#arkham asylum scarecrow x reader

[soapskies]

could i get a yandere!scarecrow (arkham or whatever jon you think would fit this concept best) x a reader whos a patient at arkham? maybe with him working as the readers Secretly Evil therapist?

ps; love your work! :]

YANDERE ASYLUM SCARECROW WITH A PATIENT S/O

MALE READER. ROMANTIC HEADCANONS.

Scarecrow normally is a pain to deal with, but now it’s cranked up to the MAX

Even if you weren’t in the best of mind, you could still tell something was… off with him.

I mean, you were suddenly reassigned to him, even though you had no troubles with your last therapist

As a matter of fact, you’d never see that doctor again.

Crane always seemed to stare at you for a little too long, sneaking glances when he thought you weren’t looking

Smiling to himself whenever you asked about what had happened to your last doctor, or that inmate that went missing after he harassed you in the hallway…

“You don’t need to worry about such things, Mister.”

As long as you are deemed insane, you’re stuck there with him, so he pulls some strings to make it appear as if you haven’t been making progress

He presses you about your fears, your traumas, your regrets…

He likes to watch you squirm.

Somehow he restrains himself from throwing himself at you then and there

The other patients start to avoid you when they realize your Jonathan’s favorite.

Everyone knew that when Crane brought people down to the lab, it was never for a pleasant chat

You received special privileges thanks to him, allowed to wander the asylum during the day and being placed in a nicer cell (closer to his office…)

He has notebooks upon notebooks filled with info about you, down to the minute detail, as well as everything he would like to do to you if he had you fully to himself…

It’s also his way of controlling his urges

If you ever got your hands on them, they would leaved you flustered or mentally scarred, choose your pick

As he abandons his inhibitions he crosses over into unprofessional behavior

Daring to make flirtatious comments with just enough benefit of the doubt

When a breakout happens and everyone is whipped into a frenzy, he snatches you away before anyone can realize it

Locking you away in his lab

Even when things return to normal, people will believe you were another missing person of his without any proof to hold him accountable

He’ll keep you chained up on the cold, hard floor, in a place where he can show you what kind of person he truly is

While purring against your neck in his scratchy mask, needles teasing your sides

“You just need a little exposure therapy, my dear…”

[johnsjackolantern4902]

Arkham Asylum Jon wants your attention at a bad time

Content warning: smut

You were in a corner of the school library, alone. You were in the middle of reading something when your professor, who was secretly also your boyfriend, walked up to you.

"Y/n, can we talk in my office?" He asked in a hushed voice.

"Can it wait? I really want to get this done." You told him. He looked around to make sure the two of you were alone. He leaned in closer to you.

"I have extra work for you, the type you'd actually be interested in..." He said with a grin. You saw the grin on his face and knew exactly what he wanted.

"Really? Now? In the middle of the school day?" You asked, annoyed.

"I haven't been able to get my mind off of you since I had this dream about you last night... and then seeing you in gym... ohhh..." He admitted. You glanced down and saw a tent in his pants. He was trying to fight the temptation to hump your leg, you could tell by the way he was bucking his hips and not so subtly grinding against his own legs. His hand held yours. "Come on, please, I'll make it quick, I swear." He begged. You sighed.

"Fine, but you let me do my work while it happens." You demanded.

"Yes, yes, of course, anything!" He insisted. He had to fight the urge to grab your hand and run to his office. You followed him to his office like he was a normal professor. He hastily shut the door behind you. He frantically unbuckled his pants, whipped his dick out and lubed himself up with a bottle he secretly kept in his desk just for you. He pulled down your pants and underwear then sat in his chair, patting his lap for you to sit on him. He held your hips against him, thrusting into you.

"Ahhhh... yes... yes...! Ohhh... y/n...!" He moaned in your ear.

"Baby, I'm- mmh! Trying to... f- focus... keep it- ahhh- down!" You scolded him.

"Ahhh! Sh- shut me up, baby... ahh! I can't... ohh!... d- do it myse- ohhhhhh! Myself..." He moaned. You sighed, you gave him a passionate, but aggressive kiss. He moaned into it loudly. He hugged you closer to him. Once you pulled away to focus on your work again, he ran his hand up his shirt and rimmed his nipples. He gave himself a little pinch and let out a small moan before caressing the rest of his chest. He brought his hand back to his nipples and gave them another pinch each. He gave your neck a few kisses and bites to silence himself for you. It was getting increasingly hard to concentrate. He began fucking you faster. Shortly after you lost all interest in and focus on your work. As the sensation got more intense he hugged you tightly against him again and began rubbing you off. "Ahh! Ahhhh! Y/n! Ohhh... fuuuuck! You feel so good!" He gasped as he kept kissing your neck. You grew a bit anxious that someone might hear him, but he felt too amazing for you to care enough to tell him to stop. You were so close and so was he. His grip on you tightened even more and he moaned your name loudly, nearly screaming it as he came inside you. His legs shook drastically and his eyes had watered. You came immediately after him.

[masteroffearshusband49020]

Grabbing Arkham Asylum Scarecrow's rear

John was in the middle of making supper for the two of you.

"Do you ever wear shirts anymore?" You asked jokingly.

"Not if I don't have to..." He responded, focused on what he was doing.

"I don't get it." You started.

"You don't get what?" He asked. You got closer to him.

"If you don't bother to wear a shirt, then why do you bother wearing pants?" You said as you grabbed his butt. You made him jump and let out what sounded like a moan. He covered his mouth with his fist, red in the face. Despite this, he was laughing a bit. He knew your question was just a set up so you could grab him, but he answered you anyway,

"That's for your eyes alone." He answered.

[strawberrybyers]

being a slut and mentally ill means i’d do really well as a patient in arkham asylum

[ennui-whimsy-and-me]

more jonathan crane content pretty please♡

Excellent timing, babes.

I just finished some headcanons I had about Jonathan being sent to Arkham.

Jonathan Crane x Reader Headcanons

When Jonathan gets locked up in Arkham, he fully believes that you’ll abandon him. Not because he believes that you’re unloyal, but because in his mind, “Why would you stay?”. Why would you put yourself at risk of danger and ridicule, for him? Because he is insecure and cynical, and he refuses to believe that someone would care that much for him. He’s not angry, but he does feel a strong bitterness for his predicament.

So, when he is brought into a visitation room to see who he expects to be a lawyer or a detective, he is surprised to see you.

He’ll sit there, not saying anything, as he studies you. The look of worry and relief that is written plainly across your face confuses him. However, he’s not about to get his hopes up, so he gives you a smirk and asks if you’ve come to say your final goodbyes to him.

He arches a brow when he’s met with a simple, “Don’t be ridiculous, Jonathan”. When you start your questions of “Are you alright? How are they treating you? Is there anyone I can call? Can I bring you anything? What can I do?” is when his walls crumble.

Because no one has ever shown him such concern or care. Not his neighbors when his grandparents abused him. Not his teachers when he was viciously bullied. But you do. You are sitting in front of him, fretting over him.

He won’t verbalize or outwardly express the relief he feels that you aren’t abandoning him. Except how he looks at you. The way he watches you during the remainder of your visit can only be described as pure adoration and affection.

When the visiting hour ends and he’s forced away from you, you hastily wrap your arms around him before the guards can tell you off. He melts. Still locked in his straitjacket, all he can do is lean into you and soak up your warmth. When your fingers tangle into his hair, he almost whines groans. All too soon he is dragged out and his mood quickly sours.

Two things happen that night. First, Jonathan finalizes his plans for escaping Arkham. Second, he decides on the kind of ring he’s going to get you.

My Friendly Neighborhood Tag : @lau219

[styluswritesdc]

Being a Nurse within Arkham Asylum

These are my own personal thought on how this would be! I really wanted to talk about this as for my own OC! this would be her background so I decided to just write out some thoughts on how it would be for literally anyone. and how you should interact with the rogues as patients.

Now, when I say nurse I would say the job would literally entail just that. they have psychiatrists and guards who have their own responsibilities within the Asylum so I was thinking about who would be administering medications and tending to wounds and ailments within the asylum.

these would be positions filled by persons within Gotham with little education, college students or anyone desperate enough for wok and due to the nature of the asylum positions that have frequent openings and new staff.

due to the sheer amount of resignations from each post there would be little experiences demanded. I genuinely believe that if you entered your CV you'd get a call the next day with a "when can you start?" no interview, just a small chat on your first day with what the work consist of and a contract.

this contract will be an NDA to some degree due to the abuse within the system against both employees and patients. and maybe even a contract of minimum period of work due to the sheer amount of employee turnover.

this job wont pay well, its Gotham like. but its liveable. and that's the most you could hope for.

Work consists of a schedule of medication for each patient on whatever floor/wing you're designated. there might not be any possibility of changing what patients you have based on how the more familiar they get with you, the more they'll cooperate (unless harassment or legitimate violent threats like Zsasz where its completely viable and you will die lol)

you would also tend to patients injured during riots, guard violence or scraps between patients.

the best way to cope in this role is if you adapt to your patients.

the incredibly insane (not any of the rogues gallery) are unironically the easiest, they're incredibly restrained with straight jackets, mouth gags etc. they're also held down on medical beds when you do tend to them and escorted back by armed guards.

its the bloody rogues that ssuuucckk ass as patients.

this is a guide based on my opinion plus some are excluded based on them being in black gate like Selina Kyle and Penguin or I don't believe any medication would be prescribed like Ivy or Clayface (purely there for containment purposes)

Riddler sucks. waiter waiter! a riddle per pill please thank you! so annoying. if you cant answer he will not take it so be smart and it will be grand. (no one will swap with you btw) due to the inhibitors necessary to keep him from escaping he will sometimes repeat a riddle.. its actually quite sad. he will get very upset with himself if you inform him. like I'm talking hitting his head in frustration level upset. however, if you build up a repour with him he will respect you and he's actually fine to deal with ultimately. difficulty level 7/10

Scarecrow is unsettling. that's about it. don't bother lying when he asks you what you fear. you'll end up afraid of it if you do. he can tell. will probe you about your fears etc.. its stimulating for him. its something to do. that's literally the hardest part, once you get over being slightly afraid of HIM you're fine! chat to him about psychology and his work and the visits will be over before you know it. difficulty level 5/10

two face is completely dependant on their mood. if they're good then they're genuinely a sound guy and easy patient.. if he's angry then.. ugh. if the coin says no medication you're fucked but you could try and convince them by asking loophole questions for the coin and you might get lucky. if the guards take their coin you will not be able to get near them. genuinely will freak. no job done for you. difficulty level 7/10

Mad hatter is unironically piss easy. not joking. play into his delusions slightly. write "eat me" or "drink me" labels in calligraphy on the medications and you're SET. that's it just.. don't put anything he gives you on your person or like y'know.. mind control. difficulty level 2/10

killer croc, depending on the canon you're looking at, for example the Arkham games have him in the sewer under the asylum accessible via lift. they only chuck food down there every now and again its extremely inhumane but he does come up into the building sometimes for therapy appointments. the protocol could be you put the medication into his hooks of meat or give the to him at his rare visits upstairs. just treat him like a person and you'll be fine! just keep hands away per Aaron Cash's warnings. difficulty level 7/10

Harley Quinn is just a fucking joy to treat at this point. she's literally one of the few rogues to actually rehabilitate like in BTAS. she's so easy and just chat to her like you're talking over coffee and you're set. honestly is quite nice! she'll gossip about the other rogues and its actually lovely. I loovvee her. an absolute pleasure difficulty level 0/10 (give her a lollipop she was excellent.)

firefly is just a bloke really. the only reason he's here instead of black gate is because he's a diagnosed Pyromaniac. he will sit there grumpily and tell you he's gonna burn this place down one day. very much a "that's nice, sweetie" treatment. just take your pills and go man. difficulty level 1/10

Bane, depending on canon, would only be in Arkham because he's teecchnically a metahuman. he's far too intelligent and strong to be held in anything either than the high security Arkham can provide. the only reason he would be treated would be to study titans effects and monitor his condition he's pretty easy but wants to know every ingredient of the medication. not my body is a temple shit, but he wants to know what (probable) poisons the doctors are prescribing him. overall a bit tedious and annoying but lets just say it isn't hard to find a vein on this guy so difficulty level 2/10

Freeze is there for containment but would receive medications for his obsessive disorder and to monitor his condition. he is kind and honestly uncaring. he is only thinking about Nora and how he's loosing precious time to save her.... you can ask about her if you like.. he might tell you about her but.. that's about it. safety level 0/10.

joker.. is just ugh. such a fucking pain. he's held down massively and labelled as incurable. he has so many different diagnoses and its like.. what the ffuuuckk do you give him? difficulty level is you may die. (10/10)

please defend them from the guards. they're absuive and the treatment they give the patients can be abysmil.

give Edward a pack of cards, stop them from beating Jervis and crane because they're physically weaker, allow Harley to have social time, ivy to have outdoor time (with a power dampener collar on), Waylon to see the outside, bane to exercise, Fries to have a picture of Nora and please please for your own sake allow Harvey to have their coin and reprimand the guards as much as you can for taking it in the first place.

whatever you do brother PLEAASEEE keep on good terms with the patients (minus joker, he don't give a fuck) cause when there's a riot or breakout and there WILL BE ONE. you don't want these guys to see you and want to kill you. I'm not saying they'll spare you but if they see you hiding in an office or vent they might just pretend they don't see you.. and if things go REALLY well and they actually like you they might just let you go unharmed. its been demonstrated in the Arkham games and even comics that if you're a fucking asshole they will hunt you down.

[cillmurphyslover]

𝙰 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝙸𝚗 𝙵𝚎𝚊𝚛 • 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎

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𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚡 𝚈/𝙽. 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 1𝚔 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜.

A dark psychology, slow-burn obsession, blurred ethics, emotional manipulation, and an eventual twisted romance story about Jonathan Crane and a new psychiatrist in Arkham Asylum—Dr. Elizabeth Grant (or Y/N). Cold, brilliant, and unshakable, she becomes fascinated by one patient in particular… Dr. Jonathan Crane. As she peels back his clinical detachment and madness, Crane finds something unexpected in her…a mind as sharp as his and a heart touched by darkness. But is their growing bond real, or just another experiment in fear for him?

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The lights in Arkham flickered as a storm grumbled outside, casting long, skeletal shadows across the stone floor. Dr. Grant sat across from him, legs crossed, pen unmoving against the page.

"You've stopped writing," Jonathan Crane observed, voice low, almost amused. His wrists were bound in chains, but his eyes—those cold, glass-cut eyes—were utterly free.

"I'm observing," she replied.

Crane tilted his head, his expression almost boyish in its curiosity. “And what have you observed, Doctor?”

“That your fear of irrelevance is greater than your fear of confinement.”

Silence pulsed between them like a heartbeat. Then, a slow smile broke across his face.

"Careful, Elizabeth. You see too much." He leaned forward, the chains clinking like a warning. "You keep staring into the dark... eventually, it starts to stare back."

She didn’t flinch. “Maybe I want it to.”

His smile deepened—something blooming and venomous.

“Then we’re not so different after all.”

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Two weeks later. Late evening. Arkham Asylum – Crane’s cell.

Dr. Grant stood at the threshold of Jonathan Crane’s isolation room, her ID badge disabled, her presence unauthorized. A flickering emergency light bathed the corridor in pulses of red. A security breach had locked down the west wing—convenient. Or planned.

Inside, Crane sat on the floor, legs folded like a monk, staring at the wall with disturbing serenity. He didn’t look at her.

“You came,” he said, almost softly.

Elizabeth stepped inside, door slowly closing behind her. “They’re blaming the toxin leak on the ventilation system.”

He turned then, eyes catching hers like flint. “But you don’t believe in accidents.”

“No,” she said. “Not here.”

Crane rose slowly, like a shadow lifting from the ground. “Then why are you here?”

Elizabeth didn’t answer immediately. Her heart pounded louder than she wanted. She wasn’t afraid. Not exactly.

“I dreamt of you,” she admitted. “Your voice in the dark.”

Crane moved closer, slow and deliberate. “What did I say?”

“That I was already one of yours.”

He stopped just short of her. “You are.”

A beat passed. Then she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small vial—amber liquid glowing faintly.

“Your toxin,” she said. “Modified. I added something.”

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “An offering?”

She held it out to him. “A test.”

Crane smiled—genuine, quiet, reverent. He took the vial, their fingers brushing for just a second longer than necessary.

“No masks anymore?” he asked.

“Not tonight.”

He stared at her like a man looking at art—or prey. “Then let’s see what you’re really made of, Doctor.”

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Location: Crane’s private observation chamber (post-secure breach, secreted away beneath Arkham).

There were no cameras down here. No guards. No red tape. Just dim light, cold air, and silence—except for the sound of her breathing, shallow and steady, like she was trying not to disturb something sacred.

Jonathan stood behind her, close enough that she could feel the heat of him. No restraints. No mask. Just the man, stripped of pretense. The monster had manners tonight.

“You’re shaking,” he whispered, and his hand hovered—just for a moment—before it gently touched the back of her neck. Not possessive. Not controlling. Just contact. Intimate in the way only danger could be.

“I’m not afraid,” she said.

“I know,” he murmured. “That’s why it’s beautiful.”

She turned, slowly, and looked up at him—eyes dark, unblinking. “What do you see when you look at me?”

Crane tilted his head. His fingers drifted from her neck to her jaw, featherlight.

“I see potential,” he said, voice low. “A mind too sharp for this world. A heart that flinches at nothing. You don’t belong to them. You never did.”

She didn’t pull away. “And you think I belong to you?”

He smiled, but it wasn’t cruel. “No,” he said. “I think we belong to something neither of us can name—but I intend to find out what it wants.”

For a long moment, neither moved. The quiet was heavy, charged. Then she leaned in—not a kiss, not yet—but her lips brushed his cheek, slow and deliberate.

“Then find it,” she whispered. “But don’t expect me to follow. You’ll have to drag me there.”

His breath caught—not in fear, but in awe.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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Inside the hidden chamber below Arkham asylum. Elizabeth’s hands are stained with ink and caught up in Crane’s research notes. The world outside has slowly started to fade away.

Jonathan sat in his chair, hunched over a diagram of neural pathways warped by fear. She stood behind him, reading over his shoulder, her presence like gravity—inescapable, constant.

"You annotated my margins," he said, not looking up.

"You were wrong," she replied.

He smiled, just faintly. “You never did learn to stay in your lane.”

“I was never in one.”

Crane finally turned, his eyes searching hers—not for approval, but alignment. Like a wolf checking if another still runs beside him. Then he reached out, touched her wrist with two fingers.

"You're slipping," he said softly.

She blinked. “From what?”

“Your mask. I can see your cracks.”

She inhaled, sharp and shallow. “Then look deeper.”

And he did.

He stood, stepping into her space, taking her face in his hands with unexpected gentleness. “Tell me this isn’t real,” he whispered. “Tell me it’s the toxin, and I’ll let you go.”

“It’s not the toxin.”

He leans in for a kiss on your lips.

The kiss wasn’t soft. It was slow, yes—but not gentle. It was exploration, invasion, invitation all in one. A tangle of restraint and hunger. Her hands found his coat, and for the first time, he didn’t feel like a monster—he felt seen.

But as they parted, just slightly, his breath uneven, she saw it.

The flicker.

Panic, buried beneath layers of control.

“What are you afraid of, Jonathan?” she asked, voice low, lips still brushing his.

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he stepped back—one step, then two. And then he laughed. A dry, hollow sound.

“You,” he said.

“You terrify me…”

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𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚡𝚘

[blood3red]

I love Arkham Scarecrow’s design so much because I know that if I was in Gotham City, late at night, just having gotten off a long shift and I walk down an alleyway to get home and I see this zombie looking motherfucker with a hood, his mask attached to his face, and needles for fingers, I’m shitting my fucking pants.

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

Moth to the Flame Pt. 4 | Dr. Crane x Reader

summary: Dr. Jonathan Crane isn't the only 'crazy' in Gotham City and he's about to meet his match. When confronted with an unpleasant secret from his past, he's skeptical to trust the strange young woman who calls herself Victoria Vale, the rightful heiress to Arkham Asylum (and maybe his downfall).

warnings: smut, aggressive sex, and choking.

Direction - Interpol 🎶

Lovers From the Past- Mareux 🎶

Something breaks inside you, like a rear window or an old family picture. Your breath slows and the night closes in on you, but it isn’t unpleasant, you find yourself welcoming it. Could this man who experienced such similar trauma to you, the man that has as much hate for Thomas Wayne as you, be the person that disarms you? Crane pulls back, looking down at you sprawled beneath him on your bed. Your eyes soften beneath his gaze and you trace his jaw with the pads of your fingers. Crane’s brow furrows slightly, caught off guard by this display of vulnerability from you. Vulnerability, not weakness, there’s a difference and even Crane can see that in the darkness stretched out between you. 

You pull his face down to yours and kiss him softer than you ever have before. Crane’s mind draws a blank for a moment as he feels your warm lips work against his with a gentleness that he doesn’t recognize from you, but damn it- he likes it. He removes his glasses and tosses them onto the nightstand and you groan softly against his sticky lips. Your hands run down his bare sides to his waistband. Your fingers rub against the slightly burned flesh on his hip and he winches, growling into your mouth. You smile proudly and keep moving your hands down into the lip of his pants. Crane bucks his hips up as he feels you undo his trousers and find his cock stuck in his boxers. As your hand moves up and down over his erection, Crane’s hands play softly with your skin, following the dips and curves of your body. He kisses the mounds of flesh that form your breasts, his teeth teasing the skin. 

“You can be rough with me, Crane. My body isn’t as fragile as you think it is. I can hold my own,” you whisper against his cheek, a groan of frustration escaping as you speak. Crane pulls his head back and smirks down at you, shaking his head. 

“Oh I know your body isn’t fragile, darling. I’ve never gotten so close to losing in a fight before…” he chuckles and runs his finger over your right eyebrow. You take his hand from your face and move it slowly to the junction of your thighs, resting his fingers where the waistband of your damp underwear began. 

“Then use it.” 

Crane raises his eyebrow at your tone and nods, as if he’d consider your proposition with little concern. But as his fingers touch the wet lips of your sex, his eyes cloud with desire and disbelief. His cock hardens in your other hand and he bucks against you again, his mind stuck on how wet you are. He looks down as his hand slips further into your underwear and he slides a free finger between your folds. He looks back up at you, his forehead creased as he plays with you like an experiment. Words escape him for once but you can understand what he wants by the way his mouth falls open and his cock warms in your grip. 

Crane lowers his lips to kiss you again, harder this time, with an animalistic urgency that you revel in. His breathing becomes shorter as his hands rip off your underwear and throw them somewhere in your bedroom. You push down his pants and he slips out of them, kicking off his shoes with the same quick motions. He immediately spreads your thighs and pulls them up around his hips, his erection already seeking entrance. When there are no more clothes between you, he pushes himself flush against you, his fingers digging into the pump flesh of your hips. Your fingers card through his hair and catch when he pushes into you roughly. You both tense as he enters and then both relax, taking a breath to make the intrusion easier for both of you. 

He can feel you relax around him and takes the opportunity to thrust further, hitting the base of your uterus. He growls and his biceps quiver from the shivers of pleasure rushing through his body. You throw your head back and grip his shoulders, pulling him closer, deeper. Crane pants deeply above you and moves faster, his thighs straining as he tries to go as deep as he possibly can, wanting to feel every inch of you. You grin, already overwhelmed with pleasure from the pace of his hips, but he’s going too fast and at this rate, you’ll finish in a minute. You roll him over and perch yourself on top. 

In a show of dominance, you press your hands against his smooth, sweaty chest and slow the pace. Crane groans at the change in pace and grips your hips, pulling you hard against his cock in an attempt at regaining some control. You allow Crane the shred of control he’s taken back from you but you also wrap your hand around his throat and lean closer to his face. 

“Tell me Dr. Crane, do you find this display of control just fascinating?”

“No, no, no. We’ll have none of that, Miss Vale,” Crane tuts at your teasing and thrusts up into you, smirking when you cry out. To get back at him, you lean down and lick the length of his jaw, whimpering dramatically into his ear. Your hand tightens around his throat as you nip his earlobe. 

“Are you trying to actually kill me?” His voice is deeper with your hand squeezing his throat like that. You loosen your fingers just slightly and rock back and forth on his cock faster, your mouth falling open against his cheek as you nod. Crane rolls his eyes and moves your hips for you, grinding you faster and prompting more breathless moans from your mouth. You sit back up and move your hand to rest on top of his, still gripping your hips. Your head falls back, your breasts pushing up as you groan in pleasure. You roll your hips and Crane curses beneath his breath, one of his hands dropping your hip to play with your breast, his palm teasing your hardened nipple. You take his other hand and slip two of his fingers into your mouth so you can suck them, soothing some of the displaced energy in your body. Crane arches his back, groaning loudly as he feels your tongue swirl erotically over his fingers. 

You ride him faster, harder, spurned on by the way his beautiful eyes roll back into his head. You drop his hands so you can lean over him, supporting yourself on your forearms on either side of his head. Crane bends his knees and grips your hips, taking the opportunity to thrust up into you. 

“I’m almost glad you won…” you whisper against his ear and Crane shivers. 

“Damn you, darling.” Crane slips one of his hands around the back of your neck, holding you flush against his chest. You’re gasping against his shoulder as he builds you up to a climax. As you feel the pressure build in your navel, teetering on the edge of an explosion, you bite down on his shoulder. 

“Come for me,” Crane grits his teeth and curses. 

“You first,” you growl back, stubbornly. Crane rolls his eyes and laughs breathlessly at your stubbornness. 

“You’re just making things harder for yourself. Just come for me, darling.”

 You raise your head and press the tip of your nose to Crane’s, determined now not to cum first. “Then make me, Crane.”

He meets your gaze and looks deep into your eyes. You’re such a defiant, stubborn, frustrating brat, but God he loves that and he loves the challenge you give him. 

“Oh, I’m going to”

He flips you over and grabs your jaw, clutching it between his fingers. He lets out a low chuckle and grips the headboard with his other hand. Your beautiful, defiant, infuriating face is close to his as he keeps you completely under his control. 

“Not so defiant now, are you, darling?”

“Oh shut up and fuck me,” you tangle your fingers in his hair and smile, tugging at the dark roots. 

“You’re such a brat,” he growls and tightens his grip on your jaw, subjecting you to the mercy of his thrusts as he moves again. You start to pant louder, so loud that you worry the neighbors will hear you through the thin plaster walls. Crane chuckles breathlessly between moans, “do you want the whole apartment complex hearing you, Miss Vale?” 

You don’t respond because being beneath his body weight, forced to feel the brunt of his thrusts, your climax hits you like a blinding wave of light. You take Crane’s throat and pull him closer, forcing him to make eye-contact with you as you cum. Your climax wracks your whole body, making you grab the base of the headboard for leverage as your body shakes and you cry out. Crane groans, looking at your face screwed up in what looks like pain, but you both know it’s pleasure. 

“Fuck…” Crane curses and feels himself cum, seizing his whole lower body. His eyes close in weak ecstasy until his hips slow and you ride out the pleasure of your combined climaxes. Sweat drips from his chest onto yours as you stare at each other in silent serenity. You reach his lips with yours and kiss him slowly, sporadically, distracted by the force of your heartbeats. You can feel his pounding against his chest as he comes down from his high, and the same is true for you.  

He no longer looks so frightening as he lies on top of your chest, his hair tousled from where you had pulled it. You stroke his hair, his cheek pressed against your breast. 

“I have to say that I’m impressed, Crane,” you whisper with a content smile. 

“Mmm? Impressed by what exactly?” Crane murmurs against your breast, kissing your nipple. 

“How quickly you found me. I knew you’d probably find me but I definitely had to put up a fight. I think I’m officially glad that you won…” 

He lifts his head off your neck and looks down at you with a smirk, “You are a challenge, Miss Vale, but that makes it even more satisfying when I won, though you put up one hell of a fucking fight, jesus.” 

“But you liked it, didn’t you?” You smile, running your hands over his cheeks up to his ears. Crane catches your hands and holds them away, his eyes shining. 

“Yes… but you seem to forget- I will always win.” He mutters as he raises himself up onto his forearms over you, smiling. 

“Mmm no,” you answer, rubbing your nose against his with a sly smile, “you and I will always tie. We’re too similar.” 

Crane huffs and shakes his head, “it’ll be a cold day in hell when you win against me. I am very dedicated to getting what I deserve.”

“Maybe I just need to raise the stakes. I haven’t shown you all my tricks,” you shrug and play with his dark hair, unphased by his dark teasing. 

“Neither have I, though I’d like to hear more about these tricks of yours… and what better time than now, when I have you pinned down in such a pretty position…” he whispers down against your lips. You laugh as he trails his lips down your neck, tickling you gently. He inhales deeply against the crook of your neck and pulls back. 

“You know what I love more than anything?”

“What?” You ask, trailing your pointer finger down the curve of his dark brow. 

“That now you’re mine. As much as you may try to deny it, you’ll always come back to me.”

“Don’t let it get to your head, Crane.” You smile and trails your hands down his pale neck, brushing your nails against his collarbones. 

“Too late…” he whispers and kisses you briefly. “You’re stuck with me now.” 

“Yes sir, whatever you say sir,” you respond drolly and roll your pretty eyes. 

“You’re infuriating,” he groans and shakes his head. 

“Don’t pretend it doesn’t turn you on just to hear me call you ‘sir.’ I bet you love it when your pretty little students do it, don’t you?” You tease as you pull him closer once again, nibbling on his ear as you whisper. Crane laughs and wraps his fingers around your throat, holding you in place gently. 

“My students call me ‘sir’ every day. Why do you think you’ll get that kind of reaction out of me, Miss Vale?” 

“Because none of your students know who you really are. I know what you want sir,” you emphasize the word ‘sir,’ “I know what you crave because I crave it too.” 

Crane lets out a huff and grips your neck tighter, angling your head back so he can whisper against the point of your chin. 

“You, Miss Vale, are my darkest desire. I crave you in ways you could never understand, and that infuriates me more than anything else in this world. And you insist on furtherly pissing me off, don’t you, darling?”

You nod and bite your lip, already getting turned on yet again, your thighs growing warmer. Crane look over your face and his eyes rest on your lip caught between your teeth and closes his eyes before looking away. 

“Do me a favor. Don’t bite your lip like that,” he mutters. 

You release your lip with a pop and raise your eyebrow, “why?” You run your tongue between your lips, wetting them from where they’d gone dry from kissing him. 

“When you bite your lip like that, all I can think about is biting it for you… maybe leave a few extra marks in other places.” He trails his eyes down your body beneath him, imagining himself sinking his teeth into the soft places of your body. 

“If you get to mark me then I get to mark you. Fair’s fair.” You move your hand to touch his hip where you’d burned him. 

“Now that’s not fair,” Crane interjects, tutting, “you burned me first, remember darling? So if you got to mark me…” Quickly he drops your throat and takes your thighs, spreading them and pulling you down the bed. 

You gasp before finding the words to respond, “then what?” 

“Then I’m going to mark you, Miss Vale. I’m going to have fun with it too.” 

“How…primal of you,” you whisper and shift your hips, feeling the pressure build between your thighs. 

“Oh darling, you don’t even know the half of it. I fully intend on being savage with you tonight,” he strokes your face, smirking, “we both know that you can handle it.” 

“Do what you wish, Crane. Victor gets the spoils…” you remind him, your breath short as you look up at his pale face distorted in the dark into a mask. 

You see a new version of Crane emerge as he lowers his head to your neck, sucking roughly on your skin until you could feel the blood vessels crackle beneath the surface. You moan from the roughness of his actions, your sex getting wetter. His hand slides up to grasp your throat again, his warm fingers squeezing only slightly as his teeth scrape against you. 

“Beg for it,” Crane whispers in a strained voice against your ear, his hips settling against yours. 

“Crane, please, please Dr. Crane…” You whimper sarcastically, smiling as his fingers tighten around your throat and his cock lies warm against your stomach. Crane huffs and rolls his eyes. He angles his face just above yours, his lips curved in a look of patient warning. 

“Try again, my little brat, and this time make it more persuasive.  Say my name, and say please, and do it more sincerely.”

You take a breath and wiggle against his hold until you can get comfortable. Finally, with a small smile, you do as he asks. “Please, Dr. Crane. Ever since I saw your lecture on phobias… I’ve wanted you. I don’t just want you to fuck me… I want you to hurt me… I want you to take everything from me… because you’re like me. I trust you to hurt me as much as you want to. I need you…”

“Mmm,” Crane pretends to think it over and nods slowly, “better but it’s not enough, not after you treated me earlier this evening. Beg.” His voice is a command now and you gasp softly, feeling his free hand drift between your thighs. 

“Beg.”

Crane whispers again against your ear and exhales, shifting strands of your hair from your face. His hand runs up and down the inside of your thigh as he drops his mouth down to your shoulder, leaving a painful hickey in a prominent position. You whimper and moan, words stuck in your throat as your hands feel over his body, his arms, his shoulders. 

“Beg, darling.” He says again, losing some of his patience. You gasp and shake your head, your fingers gripping his shoulders.  

“I’m already begging, doc. Jesus just rip me apart.”

“Mm that works,” Crane shrugs with a smirk and aligns himself with your sex, pushing in fast. He slips easily inside now and he curses loudly from how wet you still are. He holds your hips down and moves his hips deeply, hitting your hips every time with his. He pulls one of your thighs around his lower back and settles as closely as he can against your pelvis until you cry out in pain. His hand around your throat strokes your skin as he smiles down at you, proud. 

“I have all the time in the world to figure you out now. I’ll find what makes you tick, and more importantly, what makes you cum,” Crane growls with a sick smile and moves faster. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and your scratch your nails down his back, overcome by both overstimulation and pleasure. 

“Look at you, pet. Oh that’s it, darling, give it up. You’re so close to feeling everything that I’m going to give you. Damn, you’re already so fucking close, aren’t you?” He teases, his face set in a sneer. 

“Crane…” you whisper, your eyes squeezed shut now as you feel yourself already starting to cum again. He groans as he feels you tighten around his cock, prompting his second climax of the night. As he cums, you feel your orgasm wash over you, your back arching and your fingers drawing blood on Crane’s back. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you give into me…” he sighs and strokes your face with his palm, his chest heaving. 

“Don’t get used to it,” you pant and swipe his hand away from your face, smiling. 

Crane laughs and watches you as you try to catch your breath below him. He notices how you don’t try to move or change positions, and your thighs are still shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

“You can’t move now, can you? You’re too weak…” he smiles and kisses your neck. 

“Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be able to kick your ass again.” You laugh breathlessly and pull his mouth to yours to kiss him. He kisses you back and pulls out, lying beside you and wrapping his arm around your side. He traces the curves of your body with his palm, smiling against your mouth. 

“God, darling, a minute ago you were begging me to ruin you. Now you think you’ll be fine in a few minutes? Look at you, you can barely move right now. I think I did a damn good job, don’t you?”

“I’m never going to live that down will I?” You roll your eyes and bite his lip gently, playfully. Crane shakes his head and kisses you again, biting your lip back. “I like this side of you.” You pull Crane closer so that you can feel his bare chest against yours. 

“Of course you do. You like whatever version of me that takes you and breaks you. You’re such an easy little pet to figure out, darling…”

“I keep forgetting you’re a shrink…” you groan and push him away playfully. Crane kisses your neck instead, his lips barely touching your skin. He smiles and chuckles. 

“It’s part of my job, darling. I take apart the minds of the most deranged criminals of Gotham. You think I can’t solve you, too?”

“I let you get into my head.”

“You let me get into a lot more than that, Miss Vale.”

“Well soon it will be my turn to return the favor.”

“You’re going to figure me out the way I figured you out? Seems a bit arrogant, darling…”

“I found you first, didn’t I?” You smile. 

“That’s true. Finding me doesn’t mean you’ve figured me out, though, does it?”

“No, but I think I just about have anyway. Maybe I’ll tell you what I’ve learned one day.” 

Crane perks up, his eyebrows raised, “Maybe I don’t want to wait until another day to hear what you think you’ve figured out. That’s just too much for a man like me to handle.”

“You need to learn how to handle disappointment,” you respond coolly and kiss his cheek. Crane laughs and takes your wrists, holding them against the headboard. “Don’t be a brat, darling. Just tell me. Tell me what you think you’ve figured out about me. I’m dying to know.”

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Hey You

(Disturbed Part 1)

TW- language, psychological horror, elements eldritch horror

Tw change by part

world count-2119

You couldn't tell if he hated, liked, or wanted to kill you. All you knew was that since you arrived at Arkham Dr. Johnathan Crane wouldn't leave you alone. 

The first month he just observed you. His eyes scrutinized everything, every move, every twitch and glance. It was fine at first you only saw him at meal time. He had two guards posted on either side of him. You couldn't confront him if you tried the seats in the cafeteria were strict; you could only sit and talk with patients in your unit. You went everywhere with them. 

The mixed group of 20 people that could barely be considered people any more were vegetables but at least it was quiet. One young girl was aware of her surroundings but never spoke. you didn’t know if she could or just refused. Another inmate was a middle aged man with bandages covering his face he kept to himself but would occasionally speak for a price.

The first time he spoke it was in warning he dropped his tray next to you, which slightly startled you. You were trying to eat, focusing on your meal trying to avoid the gaze of the mad doctor. 

“Avoiding him won’t do you any good.”

“What do you mean?”

“Give me that cookie and I'll tell you.”

You continued to look down at your tray judging whether you wanted to know, eventually after thinking a long while you gave him the cookie.

“The people he takes a liking to don’t tend to live very long, if you avoid him you’ll only intrigue him more. It's hard to get him to go away, only seeing one person live… well I don’t know if they lived, they just got away before he could get to her.”

“Thanks.”        

 The others  weren't very interesting. Not many of them had interesting stories when they spoke, they mostly murmured, but at least it was quiet, until nightfall of course when they would scream relentlessly.

Dr. Crane kept his interactions to just observing you, until he didn't. You were sitting in the library reading. To your knowledge only one unit was allowed in an area at a time with the exception of meals. But you felt his eyes, and suddenly you couldn't concentrate on your book. You looked up and sure enough there he was, his long legs crossed sitting in the shadows of the room, his glasses slightly obscuring his gaze and his mouth formed a thin smile. There were no guards with him; you were secluded in a remote part of the library only watched by security cameras. 

You stared blankly down at your book. He wanted you to talk first. You'd played games like this  before it was his challenge to you to stay quiet to bask in the uncomfortable silence. You knew who he was and what his deal was. He had taken a liking to you and that wasn't a good thing. 

You put down your book and took a moment to gather your courage before meeting his gaze. His subtle smile turned into a wild grin.

You stared at each other, no talking, no noise, he was unnervingly calm. His dark gray uniform seemed to make him blend into the shadow. He observed every aspect of you: the book you were reading, the way you were sitting, the way your eyes darted to the different aspects of his appearance, and the way you couldn’t quite sit still. It felt like an hour of silence before he stood and slowly walked out of the room. The interaction was deeply disturbing. You took it as a threat, a power play.

You didn't see him again until the riot. The high security wing was under riot watch and the entire facility was under lock down. You couldn't get out of your cell, and you thought that meant no one could get in. You laid in bed unable to focus on anything but the uneasy silence, and occasional distant screams. Most days you weren’t allowed to close the door as the technicians need to see each patient on their rounds, having the door closed seemed particularly unsettling now.

Then the door began to open. At first you assumed that the riot was over, that a guard was here to check in or a nurse was here to give you your meds. But as the nob turned slowly and the door creaked open you realized the riot was not contained, that the nightmare was only beginning.

His gaze now hidden behind the mask. but You knew what sick expression hid behind it. He approached you slowly and methodically. You tried to conceal your fear, you kept watching him waiting for his next move. 

"I tire of this game of ours. Let's skip to something more professional shall we." His voice was shrill and condescending.

"What do you want?" You barked

"Is it not obvious? I want to help you. The new hires are so unqualified for your case."

"We both know that's not true."

"I've read your case file. I managed to get a hold of it in the first week of your stay. A truly intriguing case, so unassuming I almost dismissed it at first. Tell me what torments you?"

"No." you state firmly

"Hmm, your resistance will only make this more difficult.”

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You're trapped in a cage. I too was once trapped in the cage society put me in. I broke it and now I am free. Of course that makes continuing my research exceptionally hard sometimes, but moments like this where I can find exceptional subjects like you make it worth the push back."

“What is this about Crane?”

“Oh my dear, you're very ill and I am simply here to treat you.”

“I’ve heard of your treatments, and I’ll pass.”

“Very well…”    

He proceeded to plop onto the floor and curl into a tangled mess of limbs. It was at this moment you made the striking realization that you had no idea how old he really was. The thought crossed your mind that if he was any older than 40  he was early nimble and fit but if younger than 30 his merit as a professor and a clinical psychiatrist was to be questioned. The idea that the man sitting on the floor in front of you was somehow ageless was something you hated thinking about. 

Jonathan Crane had an age, had a birthday and a social security  number but scarecrow was somehow an omniscient god with no discernible features or age that constantly contradicts itself. At that moment the scariest thing in the room was not the crumpled way he was sitting, not the looming inevitability of facing your greatest fears, the most terrifying thing in the room was a looming idea in your head that the man sitting in front of you he wasn’t a man at all it was a shadow a great eldritch god hiding itself with the body of a man. Jonathan Crane hadn’t lost his mind; he hadn't had one to begin with.  

“How are you feeling today?” his voice broke you away from the spiraling train of thoughts. You looked to the door hoping you could outrun him but now two large men stood blocking the door, blocking any chances to escape the thing in front of you. 

“You may leave us.” he dismissed them without moving or breaking eye contact. They left and the door slammed closed. Suddenly as if instinctually you bolted to the door and attempted to open it. The door was locked and as you realized this you turned expecting him to be there ready to attack but instead he remained as he was sitting on the floor in this awkward position. “Come now child, the session has only just begun. Are you already so terrified?” His tone resembled something of comfort but was undermined by his indifference and intrigue.  

“What do you want?” you snarald back pressed to the cold door.

“What do you think I want?” he cocked his head in your direction 

“How am I supposed to know?” 

“I did tell you.” he stood his lanky form casting odd shadows on the walls.

“Why would I believe that?” you began to press yourself into the corner trying in a futile attempt to put as much distance between you and it.

 He continued to stand in the center of the room unmoving so much that you thought his voice might not have been coming from him at all “This is why you need my help. You’re a deeply mistrusting and paranoid person.” 

“I'm definitely not the only person with that problem here.” you say slightly to yourself

His head moved to glance in your direction “Are you asking why I chose you? Well the answer is simple, you're smarter than the rest. You can understand the concept but you're not so belligerent as to ignore it. You are a promising prospect.” 

You felt slightly prideful that he thought so highly of you but declined to show such “Is that a compliment? should I feel honored?” 

“You can feel as you wish, it changes nothing.” his tone was one of malice as he turned to face you fully.  

You hadn’t taken in his full appearance; you were focused on the mask and the scrutinizing eyes that lay beneath it. But now you saw him properly in the light. He was tall and relatively thin with strangely muscular arms and shoulders giving him a very triangular shape. His clothes were a slightly modified version of the orange uniform you had seen before. The orange pants are tied with a string makeshift belt and stitched up in seemingly random areas. His shirt now half gone exposing his sickly pale arms and abdomen, the absent half wrapped around his head as a hood and a noose hung around his neck like a necklace or bolo tie. Mask itself appeared to be made out of several uniforms sewn together with respirators and a large gaping hole for what you can only suppose is athletics? Accompanying the ensemble was his gloves which appeared to be a mixture of vinyl medical grade gloves, gauze wrap, and spare pieces of fabric.

“Damn you’re fugly.”

“Like you’re any better.”

“I am…I’m ACTUALLY wearing clothes you slut!”

 “...for you.” He murmured under his breath

“What…”

“Perchance what do you mean by what?”

You stare at him blankly, utterly bewildered by the interaction- in fact “bewildered” is an understatement.

“Let’s go back to the question- what do you believe I want?” he said eloquently.

“Now I’m just confused.” beyond confusion now.

“Perchance we elaborate on your history with such experiences.”

“The fuck does that mean.”

“The language is unappreciated and unnecessary, perchance we start with your feelings of inferiority?”

“CAN YOU STOP SAYING PERCHANCE? What is this? The 18th century? Old crone.. Losing your damn mind and your nonexistent muscles along with it.”

“That's an excellent place to start, why do you feel the compulsion to insult me?”

“BECAUSE I WANT TO LEAVE! Hello!? The lights are on but nobody’s home!”

“What would become of you if I allowed you to go? You are in a locked down facility  on an isolated island as, well, no one is coming for you. If you think you’ll last a second outside of this cell you're gravely mistaken the island is overrun with murders and people who would love to tear you apart piece by piece.”

“Like in here is any better…”

“Ah yes, pain rises in my heart- I thought you understood? I have no malicious intent with you.”

“Right…. Because you stalking me for the last two months isn’t malicious at all ...okay.”

“Stalking? Merely obtaining baseline behavior. tsk people these days can’t tell between the pros and the amateurs.”

“Still fucking creepy.”

“ Do tell me how we could have met in such a present circumstance? I believe observing is the fate that ties your predicament to the clutches of my hands- lest of course there is a different belief”

“Why are you here? why not just leave me alone?”

“Simple, I’m solely here because you are interesting- a black sheep from all the simpletons within this cage. As for why I won’t leave you alone, I don’t see a problem referring to my presence here.”

“Well I do so just leave me alone, please.”

“Very well as you wish.” He left the room with a dramatic flourish. As he leaves, something within the pit of your stomach doesn’t sit well. It was as if he planned out our interaction. The door now open and unblocked you had a choice to leave or stay.

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Scarecrow and Oracle dating headcanons with male reader

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At this point in his life he doesn’t care about gender one bit.

As long as you aren’t trying to take him down.

Will try everything to keep you away from his fear toxin.

Seeing as you’re dating him, it’s likely you’ll get involved with Batman at least once.

So he’ll make you your own gas mask to try keep you safe.

After the Killer croc ‘incident,’ any type of physical touch you’ll need to initiate softly.

Otherwise he’ll silently hang around until you notice.

But before, he’ll carefully pull you close, being careful with his glove.

Mostly keeps his arms wrapped around your waist.

Just… don’t surprise him otherwise you’ll be stabbed and injected by a syringe or two.

ᴏʀᴀᴄʟᴇ:

She is constantly watching over you.

Brought you two your own devices to have a private channel.

Your main dates are inside dates.

Introduced to her father pretty quickly.

She tries to keep you away from anything to do with Joker or the other villains.

Is less affectionate in public or around anyone else.

But in private she wants to just hang around you.

Secretly wants you to carry her around.

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Tied up Arkham Asylum Jon

Content warning: smut

John had his arms tied over his head, the rope was hanging down from a hook on the ceiling. His legs were hanging over your shoulders. You brought your fingers to his lips, lightly nudging them for him to open his mouth for you. He let out a small giggle before looking you right in the eyes as began to deep-throat your fingers. He sucked on them slowly, making sure to get his drool all over them. There was a string of saliva from your fingers to his tongue once he was done. The string broke and landed on his chin. His cock throbbed at you, begging you to do something to it. You wrapped your mouth around the head of his dick and slipped your fingers into his anus. He moaned sweetly as you sucked on his cock and thrusted your fingers inside of him. The sight and sounds caught your loins on fire.

"Harder, y/n..." He begged. You laughed, making little vibrations on his cock. He moaned a little louder. You couldn't keep him like this though, you wanted to have your fun too. You got off his cock, leaving behind another string of drool and pulled your fingers out of him. You gently set him down off your shoulders and went to fetch a thrusting dildo for him. You lubed the toy up and neatly placed it under him. He let out a few moans as he tried to adjust to the size of the toy. Once he did, you turned it on and watched him squirm. Now, it was your turn. You straddled him and began adjusting to his size. Once you began to ride him, he was a shaking, slurring mess. You got closer to his chest and began rimming his nipples. He moaned your name and threw his head back gently. His arms were shaking over his head. You gave one of his nipples a little pinch. He jumped a bit and let out a mixture between a moan and a whimper. You giggled at his reaction. You kissed him and did it again. He jumped again and you felt his moan resonate inside your mouth. He thrusted his hips at you. You leaned into the kiss more before pulling away. You began rimming his nipples with your tongue, causing him to shake and moan more. You were riding him faster now. He squirmed and panted desperately as he got closer to an orgasm. You bit his nipple and he thrusted all the cum out of him with loud moans. His cum overflowed inside you, dripping back out onto his balls.

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Arkham Asylum Scarecrow reacting to SFW body worship

It was like John was allergic to shirts or something. He practically never wore one, which in this case, was most certainly to your advantage. You started showering his face in kisses as he lied on the couch. Naturally, this caused him to start giggling, something he often did when excited. You went down to his neck, collarbone and shoulders. He was so warm against your lips. He was especially ticklish, so he couldn't really stop himself from laughing as you kept going, but he was watching you attentively. You went down to his chest and upper arms. He felt his heart melt upon realizing what you were doing. He had never had it done to him, but he had read about it in books.

"Ohh..." He let out as a kind of 'awww'. He waited for you to finish before swiftly pouncing on you to return the favor.

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Jonathan Crane with S/O who has ADHD

A/N: I've decided to write a little thing of Jonathan Crane with someone with ADHD, which is quite simple from me cause I have ADHD, I am doing this one for the Nolanverse Crane but you can Imagine it with any other version of Jonathan Crane if you want

Warning : Fluffy, depiction of Depression,

Masterlist

You and him are very different from each other, Jonathan is calm and collective while you are basically all over the place but he understands that

I mean Jonathan is a psychologist (if I am correct😅 and if its Gotham scarecrow then he's not a psychologist)

He knows you can have great trouble of remembering certain things that don't peak your interest but if you are interested in his work, and he appreciate your detections to remember his work, he honestly doesn't mind repeating himself to you

You are not the best at keep schedule but you know Jonathan always helps to keep schedule and to always take the medication that you need for your ADHD

Jonathan always simplify what he is saying to you, as at times you don't know what's he talking about when he talks with such complicated words

But despite you being the most hyped up and bubbly person around, you tend to stay quiet and try to not make to much noises when in public

But Jonathan always reassures you by holding you hand as you walk around in public

Talking to strangers can be a hard thing for you to do, so Jonathan does the talking for you.

You also have a very hard time choosing what you want to have or what you want to do, but Jonathan always there to help what you want or what you rather do for the day.

Jonathan loves to listen to you talk about your interest, even if your interest is Disney or video games, or horror movies, he just loves seeing your face light up whenever you talk about your favourite things

If your like me, you can have moments where you felt like you hit rock bottom and just that dark cloud goes around your head, he is always making time to be with you and to make sure your alright, and he even would watch your favourite movies with you

But always the next day your back to your normal bubbly happy hype self again

When your too hype and you begin to just stutter at every word (cause your brain couldn't keep up) he finds it so cute and adorable, but you do get angry when you can get the words out of your mouth.

But Jonathan is always there to help out by either say the word you were about to say or always tell you to take a deep breath, calm down and then say what you wanted to say

You are basically the only person to make Jonathan laugh and smile, like he cannot keep a straight face when you begin a pillow fight at 8:30 in the morning

You can be a hassle at times to handle but Jonathan always still loves you for how you are and wouldn't have it any other way

You just bring colour in his life, and he wants to protect you at all cost

[woods-and-adlers-left-hand-chap]

It's giving Arkham knight scarecrow vibes and I want it

Only problem is this is on black ops cold war and I don't plan it that much anymore,if the operators carry over to black ops 6 I'll definitely buy it just so I can chase everyone around shouting "How many lives will you destroy in pursuit of what you call justice? You are the product of everything you fear; Violence, Darkness, Helplessness,All that remains is for you to watch as I drag your beloved Gotham into oblivion" 😂

On a completely unrelated note I'm in desperate need of more Johnathan crane fics either cillian Murphy or Arkham